Meant To Be

Chapter 3: scrumdiddlyumptious legs

"I can see at least half of your butt if you pull up the hoodie." Tessa pointed out.

"Good. If you got them buns, show them buns."

"You do actually have a really nice butt. I'm jealous."

"The thing about showing 'them buns'," Tessa completely ignored Melanie's comment. "is that if any teacher sees it you're getting detention."

"I already have today. I have to stay with the douche." I closed my locker and turned to face my three friends.

"I would act surprised and say 'omg really?' but you two staying for detention is as normal as people thinking Taylor's gay."

"Amen" Taylor agreed with Tessa.

"Anyways, i better get going."

"Have fun at detention."

"I will." I said turning on my feet and starting walking towards the other side of the school building while all the other students were going in the opposite direction to be finally out of hell -ehem school.

I walked in the so familiar classroom and sat, as always, in the back, next to the emo-punk kid that never spoke.

The teacher in charge, mr. Prince, glared at me and then looked back down at his book. He had lost interest in trying to do something with us -the detention kids- a really long time ago, and now he would just give us the papers assigned and sit to read, not even bothering who did and who didn't do the work.

My phone had run out of battery so i decided to actually at least try to do it.

Name? Know it.

Date? Uhm...yep. That too.

First question? What the fuck?

Maybe a nap was a better idea.
I put both my arms over the table creating a pillow-nest and rested my head on them, then proceeding to close my eyes.

"Aw, look who's already asleep."

"Shut up, butt face." I groaned, recognizing who's voice it was.

"How cute. I love nicknames." He said and i could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Congratulations. I don't care."

Silence filled the room and apparently he had finally decided to shut up. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for another school nap.
But a loud music started playing from the seat next to me and i jumped in surprise as Rihanna's amazing but not wanted at the moment (and too loud) voice sang Work.

"Zac turn that shit down." I mumbled.

"No thanks, i'm good."

Staying in the same ready-to-nap position, i slowly stretched my arm in his direction. When i felt my hand was where i wanted it to be, i leant it backwards and then forward again, sending Zac's phone flying away, and it hit the floor with a pretty loud noise it even hurt me.

"You shinning lighthouse in the bay of stupidity go get that before i murder you." He instructed clearly annoyed as the music kept playing.